Okay I decided o do one last short because this was gnawing on my skull…or maybe that was Carter… Anyway, yeah, on last chapter/ short for this Arch. Then Ill be done. Again to remind you people, the shorts are not part of the story, the only one that happened is the Christmas Special because I like that one!

Carter grunted, rolling his shoulders about in their sockets as he waited for the door to open, the felling was gnawing on the back of his brain. And no amount of distraction could get the accused feeling out. He had played piano until his fingers felt raw and he was missing notes. He had practiced shooting the bow for hours until the string actually cut his finger. He had sparred with Simila until he lost three times in a row. He had slammed his head into the wall until he made a dent and a hole in it.

He snarled to himself, the dull primal sound echoing around the cabin, it's insides void of anyone but him. He sighed, moping around would solve nothing. He stood up and looked at the fireplace, he needed coffee. No he NEEDED coffee.

He set the kettle on and poured in the coffee beans, silently adding the water and setting fire to the about right temperature for perfectly made coffee. He flexed his fingers as he sat back down in the wooden kitchen table chair.

He squirmed slightly as the silence grew thicker. The feeling was getting stronger as it was quieter. He withdrew his saxe knife. The large blade fit into his hand well as he threw it into the table only a few inches away from him. He yanked it back out and repeated the process. The action somewhat comforting, and the sound of the knife hitting the table and him yanking it back out of the wood broke the silence quite nicely. That is until he missed.

The saxe knife bounced once off the table and clattered to the floor and into the small hallway that led to the bedrooms. He sighed. Now he'd have to get up. But he didn't want to get up, he still had to work out that feeling that was bogging him down…or possibly up. He had terrible emotion identification skills.

He shifted slightly as he took out the second knife, and started the process once again, finding the smaller knife producing a much less comforting and satisfying sound that the saxe. He threw it in with extra force this time. However the spin was a bit too much and the blade bounced off the table by the hilt and clattered to the floor somewhere next to the saxe.

Carter groaned and cursed, the foul words spilling one after the other out of his mouth as he wished to vent. He was saved slightly when the coffeepot started to boil, drawing his attention to keep a watchful eye upon it.

It took less than four minutes for the coffee to be to his liking, with a glob of honey straight into the pot, stirred will and then poured into a mug which was then augmented with more honey. Will would be proud. Carter smiled as he sipped the beverage, his nerves calming almost instantly. The twitchiness of having stayed up for a whole day with no sleep in the last, Carter checked his watch, forty-three hours had diminished slightly. The natural fatigue he felt slipped off his only a sip later and he felt much more aware. He heard the faint whistling of the leaves that were around the cabin. Smoke's snort as the horse tried to guess where Carter hid the apples today. (he changed hiding spots regularly). And most importantly, the steady sound of hooves on semi-packed dirt. The set of two horses. Both horse's footfall's in tune, only a moment behind each other. Will and June were back from the market. Carter stood up and poured two more glasses of coffee, fixing them as they each liked it. Will with a decent amount of honey, June will lots of honey and a splash of milk. He rolled his neck as he heard the door open and light footsteps at the door, no doubt June, eager to see if her master was awake yet or if he was writing a piano piece, something he'd taken to doing in his spare time when not drowning in reports or instructing June and watching over her practices. Or drowning himself in the delicious beverage called coffee.

Will smiled as he came through the door, a bag in one hand and a sack of coffee beans in the other. Carter glanced at their supply of the God's drink and frown as he saw only three bags of it…usually there was at least four. He dismissed the thought and instead inspected his apprentice.

In the past year that had followed her first mission, she had gotten only two inches taller, which she was still quite depressed about. She had not gained any other…well assets that Carter could tell. He smirked into his coffee. She was still a small, flat, cute and dangerous girl. Her tongue sharp and her arrows sharper.

But somewhere beneath that, there was a cute, innocent June that only came out when she was very surprised or embarrassed, both very had reactions to get. And both of them usually ended up with him getting slapped in the face. It was completely worth it in every way shape and form, just to see that light pink blush that could appear across her cheeks, right below her eyes and sometimes It could spend all the way down to her neck depending on just how good he got her.

His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that his mug had been empty for the last half-second. He frowned nad got up, taking the coffeepot nad pouring the liquid in to the mug. However, Will had apparently made several trips to the coffeepot and now had emptied said coffeepot of it's wonderful contents.

Carter scowled at Will, tapping the man on the top of the head with the still hot coffeepot before Carter filled it back up and set it over the fire. On his way back over to his chair opposite June he smacked Will in the back of the head for good measure.

"Quit drinking all the coffee, save an extra cup for me ya addict." Carter said, even though he knew it was redundant, everyone with a brain knew that Ranger's (and there apprentice's) were very well and thoroughly addicted to coffee. Carter guessed that if you wanted to take over, all you needed to do was stop the flow of coffee beans and the Ranger's would collapse… or got through withdraws, or both…most likely both. Once he finally settled that matter in his mind he resumed the task it had first been working on.

June. He stared at her over the rim of the mug as he rolled his head on the table. The table providing a small sound that pleased him, or at least at the moment, no doubt it would eventually give him a headache, but that was later. For the mean time, he had to solve the origin of this feeling, and then get rid of it. He recalled all his past memories of June. The most important to him were the rescue and then training. He quickly cast aside the memories of training, the feeling wasn't there in those in the beginning. Instead he silently analyzed the memories of rescuing June.

The coffeepot whistled, bring his thoughts back to the present. He grunted and tipped his head at June. She nodded and got the coffeepot and filled up his mug and added the proper amount of honey to it. He flashed her a smile and silently took the offered spoon as he swirled the honey into the scalding hot drink. After the motion became mechanical his thoughts zapped back to the memories.

He remembered getting out of the prison, breaking his arm, it wasn't there. Then his thoughts went to the fight, no it wasn't there yet. The he cast a brief glance over the fight with his father, no, he was fighting for his life then, he had no time to feel things about June. He had to survive at that time. He scowled as he set the spoon down and took a deep drink of the still scalding liquid.

He resisted the urge to gag and run to the river and drown his head in the cool water and instead maintained his position at his chair being watched under the careful eyes of his apprentice and Will. He had felt there glances shift as soon as he picked up the mug. The glaze had intensified as he drank, he assumed they were looking for him to gag and cough because of the coffee's still hot properties. He smirked to himself, they're disappointed now.

Then his thoughts turned to the time spent on the ship. How the make-shift crew of three men and only two for about a day and a half, had piloted the ship into port, managing to only destroy half the dock. He smiled slightly when he thought about the guesses June made on his age. And then him running around the ship avoiding the rage of his apprentice when he…he almost laughed. It was there. That was the moment the feeling started.

And once he realized what the solution was he did laugh. In fact, he laughed so hard her fell out of his chair and slipped his coffee on the floor next to him. June raised an eyebrow and Will had to walk out to stop from dying laughing.

Carter got up slowly, his shoulders still shuddering as he laughed. June rolled her eyes and got up. Carter grabbed her arm as she walked past on her way to the coffeepot. He stood up and pushed her against the wall.

"I love you." He said as he kissed her.

She broke away, "What?" She breathed.

"I love you." Carter repeated, his head slowly falling on her shoulder.

"Why?"

Carter smiled into her shoulder, "Because," He looked into her eyes as he straightened up, "You're my silly, stupid, cute, funny, sarcastic, loveable, beautiful, apprentice. And your cute because of the way you blush. And you beautiful because of everything you wear. You're mine." Carter whispered the last part.

June blushed, the pink spreading just under her eyes and reached her jaw before it stopped. Carter smiled, new personal record. "so do you love me back?"

June opened her mouth, a croaking sound came out she shut it and scowled. Then her problem was solved as she pushed herself forward and took his lips.

Carter's eyes widened before his mind recollected itself and he kissed back. June felt her back against the wall, and somehow, she liked it this way. She struggled against him as she kissed him. Carter smiled. This is why he loved her.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He said, he repeated those three words every time he kissed her. He smiled as he said those three words, love. That's the feeling. He kissed the short, small, flat-chested girl he fell in love with.

YO. So yeah, done with this Arch. Yes I said that right. Arch. What you didn't except me to leave it like that? Did you? Did you? You did! Wow I feel horrible now. Yeah so, I might if you beg me make a new Arch since you doubted me. T^T *crys in a corner* nah I'm just kidding, I'll make on when I finished the chapterz. Well then hope you enjoyed this last short. K? Chow. Also if you have already commented on the last chapter and you want ot leave something for it but you already did, you may do that on this chapter instead. ^_^ enjoy.